Uneventfully knocked up

The next 4 weeks went by fairly uneventful.  I was nauseous about 80% of my waking hours, but didn't puke.  Dizzy, but didn't pass out.  I stopped being able to sleep on my stomach (my bbs were huge!) and button my pants (so was my stomach!) around week 5.

We're pregnant!!!

We had the next day off (MLK?) and spent the day telling our sisters.  I surprised Aimee in bed, groggy she screamed.  We called Kathy, who screamed and laughed, and Jeannie, who was out getting pizza in Maine and so happy, and surprised Colleen and Patti at their home.  Colleen was so excited and happy, she cried.  Patti launched 2 bags of trash she was carrying into a snow bank and screamed.  I sent a picture to Jodi, who received it and proceeded to call me screaming and crying into the phone about how happy she was.

It was a a wonderful day, sharing the very best news with our sisters.

After the excitement died down, we went to get blood work down to confirm we were pregnant.  The blood work came back positive (!) but the HSG was only 107 and we were told I needed to go back in 48 hours to repeat the test, to be sure the number increased by 60%.

It was a scary and nerve wracking 48 hours..  Not to mention, we had the biggest snow storm of the season but I was hell bent on getting the blood work done.  I would have walked there if necessary.

Blood work done, I dropped Kerri off at home and went to Roche Brothers to stay busy - I was in the ice cream section when the phone rang.  I dropped my basket and ran for the front of the store.  The nurse could barely control her happiness when she exclaimed 'your beta is 350'!! You are definitely  pregnant!!'  The nurses knew we had been trying one long year and 3 of them waited at the lab, hoping our results would come back high.  They tripled!! Holy crap!!

January 30th - a line.

and there it was.  January 30th.  A second line.  Still light but unmistakable.  We are pregnant.  Holy shit.  We waited until later that night and took the digital and there is was, the sweetest little word I have ever seen appear with urine..

January 29th... the day our lives changed forever..

(still 13 dpo)

It was a Saturday morning.  We decided I should test.  I knew it would be negative and was terrified to crush my last day of hope.  But for some reason, I caved (totally unlike my last few cycles, I waited it out to bleed).  And there is was.  the slightest line you could ever imagine.  Kerri called up the stairs, asking how it went, not expecting anything positive and I said.. 'um... well... can you come here'.  Which totally blew because then she thought I was surprising her with this beautiful positive and when she got up there i handed her an essentially negative test and said DO YOU SEE IT?!! I dragged her through the house, from natural light (the window in the upstairs hall) to the bathroom, to the bedroom and finally she said.. "well there is something.. but..."

And we went on with our day.  We didn't talk about our line that wasn't there... I just grinned like mad and told her I would test again in the morning...

waiting..

13dpo.  Not feeling too hot..

What normally happens before my period but I totally took as signs I was pregnant, anyhow..
My boobs were sore and swollen
I had a headache


Things that were totally new..
My nails wouldn't stop growing
I was super constipated (ahem.. along with other issues..)
I was dizzy.  Like oh my god, look out, she's going down.  Dizzy.

That is when I figured something was up.. I couldn't sit in my swivel office chair for fear I would pass out, the motion made me so light headed.  I had to walk down the stairs with one hand on the wall and the other on the rail, knowing one fast glance, and I was toast.

But I digress...

For future sake... this info deserves a post.

Things I did differently...
stopped drinking all caffeine
stopped drinking beer
started drinking a small glass of fresh pineapple juice every morning
ate oysters the day of my second IUI

I'll have Kerri fill in the rest... I can't remember

And the surge..

happened January 15th.  We drove into Boston, with Grace - K was so excited she taped the whole thing.. I would post it but lord knows I don't like looking at videos of myself so.. you'll just have to take my word for it.  The next day, Jan 16th, we went back in for a second IUI.  We came home, watched the patriots lose terribly, and I drank what I hoped would be my last beer..

And we waited... 7 days passed.. nothing...

And we waited... 5 days passed... symptoms?  Who knows..